Following in his father’s footsteps, Thomas Grandby has made a name for himself in the world of investments and wealth. He’s managed to avoid the Marriage Mart—for the most part—but constant reminders of his age have him thinking 1839 might be the year he takes a bride. If only Lady Victoria seemed as interested in him as she is in her avocation—training horses. Her green-eyes, jet black hair, and slight limp have him positively mesmerized.
Meanwhile, when Christopher, Earl of Haddon, nearly impales Juliet Comber with his foil and then falls and bumps his head, he insists she take revenge on his person. Her punch in his gut has him doubling-over—and falling heels-over-head in love with her. The daughter of an equine expert has no interest in marrying him, though. Doesn’t he know his age and reputation as a pompous ass are a suitor’s least attractive traits?
These bachelors are about to learn they don't have much of a chance when they try to come between and a girl and her horse in The Choice of a Cavalier! Or do they?
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Friday, January 4, 1839, Grandby and Son, London
“I say, Grandby, you’ve managed to make this space into quite a museum,” Lord Michael said as he studied several artifacts displayed around a luxurious office. The rich woods, green carpet, and gas-lit chandeliers would have been expected in a gentleman’s study in a Park Lane townhouse. They were not as expected in an office in Oxford Street.
“This is actually my father’s office,” Tom Grandby said as he turned to lead them into his own. “He’s done far more traveling than I have, and his brother-by-marriage owns Wellingham Imports, so it’s been easy for him to acquire his collection.”
“Yours is not so bad, either,” Lord Michael said as he hurried to a wall of shelves laden with interesting artifacts and a stunning Wedgwood vase. Unlike Gregory Grandby’s office across the hall, most of these items were more ancient—a Roman glass bottle, a Greek vase, a globe made of agate, and several marble slabs carved with reliefs—and they were displayed appropriately. “But it looks as if there’s something missing,” he commented, noting the top of a caryatid was bare.
“That pelike from Greece was due to go on there,” Tom replied as he indicated the central artifact on his display shelves. “But an archivist from the British Museum warned me it might be accidentally knocked off its pedestal should I mount it on the caryatid. When I learned the vase was from 350 BCE, I of course took his recommendation.”
“350 BCE, you say?” Michael repeated in awe. “From where did you acquire it?”
“Lord Henley found it for me in Athens,” Tom replied, referring to an archaeologist who was currently working on a dig in Greece. Tom indicated they should sit. “Tell me, my lord. What brings you to London?”
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German
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Translation in progress.
Translated by Jenny Riemer
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